O great rain

You have magic,
You create life;
I have seen.

Move your wand,
All upon me,
Just like, you do;
On earth and tree.
Sweeping dust, smashing dirt;
Cleaning scrape, Cleaving shapes.



I want same,

Feel Renaissance,

Each part, every breath.

Long and tardy, mine outer look
Forgone and shaggy mine inner nook.

Please, cast your,
Unfathomable spell,
May be what it, “Aabra ka Dabra… “.

Disappear,
All my sin, if any, I have done.

Burdensome is guilt,
and whim,
Long stored,
mortifying esteem.

I want to forget,

All,

Look happy;
just like those, plants;
Flaunting new clothes,
How beautiful; how green;
Each fresh, every view.
How energetic, how new.
Each life, every alive.

O Great Rain…